Collabs Terry And Albert In Minn Ch 02

I fell asleep at some point after hearing Terry and Albert go at it.

I did recall turning off the television in their living room, then walking into the bedroom where my things were, and crawled into bed. At some point before my eyes closed I was naked, and turned on the television to lay in bed, with cock in hand. I awoke to surely having my soft dick in hand, and seeing Tom chasing Jerry on the famed, old school cartoon. I was stuck on east coast time, and woke to see the sky dark still. I rolled over to look at my phone and see it was 6:15 a.m., Duluth time. I wasn't overly sleepy, but needed to decide on waking up and having coffee, or "beating out" another load just to asleep until the guys would wake me. I thought about all that grunting and moaning the night before, fantasizing about even having the opportunity to watch those two bears tussle, and became hot all over again. I decided to go back to sleep, and I set my alarm for two hours from this particular minute before I turned off the television.

I'd hear the two of them talking, and chuckling again through the walls.

"Damn. They're going at it again," I said to myself while stroking my dick.

I figured they were going for round two, and having chatter being licks and slurps. I removed the linens off of me, and spread my legs before I started jerking. My phone went off, and I looked at it to see it was a notification from Growlr. I continued stroking with one hand, and opened the app to scroll through my feed with the other, just in time to see fresh photos of different "favorites" I had. Terry was one of them, and he added locked photos that I was desperate to see.

Maybe he showed him and Albert in the buff? Maybe it was Albert's gaping twat?

My dick throbbed from me being so curious, causing me to jerk harder and faster from any possibilities of what the photos entailed.

"Now I'm gonna mess up the sheets," I said to myself as I had a firm, right hand grip while going up and down, rubbing thoroughly from under the foreskin, to the base.

I continued to scroll unlocked profiles that contained photos of big asses, and I was enthralled with the fantasy of fucking each and every one. I was so focused on the phone screen that I didn't notice my door opening, and Albert crawling into bed with me, not until his big, bear hand was on my balls, and he surprised me with a whisper.

"Whatcha doing," he asked.

I turned to see this naked man, with a big smile on his face, and his eyes wide open.

"Terry fucked me pretty good last night," he added. "But I wish you were there."

Albert continued to have that big, right hand across my ball sack, applying slight pressure as it felt like he was sucking them.

"Oh, you're full this morning," he said. "You wanna cum for daddy?"

"Yes, Albert, I wanna cum," I wailed quietly as he stroked my sack.

"I've been thinking of you since reading your stories," he said. "We should've done this some time ago."

"Do me now," I ordered, as I was ready to do what was written in my stories to him, and perhaps his husband.

"Treat my mouth like a gas tank," he joked. "Pump me with your gasoline!"

He caressed my balls and the base of my cock simultaneously, then started kissing me while I wanted to harmonize. He let go of my cock briefly to tug the middle of my nut sack, making me jerk harder and faster as I was quietly moaning.

"I bet it feels better with my mouth down there," he said.

He climbed off his side of the bed, then walked over to the foot's edge, to crawl between my legs.

"Turn up the volume, I don't wanna wake up Terry," he said of the television.

I figured Terry was already awake, and somehow would find us, but then I felt the vibration through the walls of him snoring. I wondered who Albert was talking to prior to seeing me, thinking Terry might've been up briefly, or they'd just finished playing when Albert came to join me. My focus aligned with the present once Albert's bearded lips kissed my tip, and he'd release his tongue to do circles on my slit, then under my foreskin.

"I love me a dripper," he said brushing the precum off my tip with his tongue.

I squirmed, and he locked those lips on my shaft to have me gripping the sheets.

"Oh my goodness, Albert," I said loudly.

The sound effects from the Tom and Jerry episode drowned out the moaning and the slurping, for I was making it known to Albert he was doing a good job. He was taking it all the way to the base, not once gagging or struggling, then back to the tip. His deep voice vibrated on my stick as he moaned, and I loved the feeling while he continued drooling on my manhood.

"Baby, this is unreal," I assessed verbally, for his beard hairs would brush against my pubes, and against my balls to give an added sensation.

"Damn daddy."

"Big boy like you comes all the way to Minnesota to visit us," he said as he stopped to lick my tip. "No way we send you home full."

I raised my legs higher to give the hint of me wanting my balls played with.

"Oh, daddy needs to lick those balls," he asked.

He didn't give me the chance to answer as he began to paint his saliva over my hairy pair. He made sexy sounds while lightly brushing that tongue over my entire sack, and I tried again to stroke myself, but he held my hands down. He tortured me and claimed he "wanted it from the tap."

"I wanna take it," he said.

I was getting antsy and damn near screaming from the way he lapped at my balls.

"Feed it to me," he uttered.

He'd giggle, then locked his lips on my cock while moaning and ingested my precum. He kept pressing down on my hands as I tried to wrestle free, and continued bobbing his head back and forth while squeezing my stick. Albert was showing he'd been waiting for this moment, having me subdued while he blew me, and paying ode to my nine inch stick. Right then, Terry crossed my mind, and wondered why Terry wasn't interested in me, and just Albert. Or maybe Terry was interested, but wanted to keep on the task at hand. Albert showed subtle times from the first time we met at the car show, to the night before, when he and Terry were messing around on the couch. I looked down at him grunting and slurping, and remembered how he looked at me with those enticing eyes.

"Cum, baby," he said as if he was in my head seeing my thoughts.

"Give daddy bear that nut, I'm hungry."

He went into overdrive, squeezing tighter with his lips and sliding up and down faster while now caressing my nuts.

"Albert, oh fuck," I whimpered as he had me close.

He grunted and growled, and I'd feel that vibration of his voice through my shaft.

"Albert, geez man, it's coming," I said.

I didn't care if Terry heard me at this point, for he should've let me join them, I thought. Albert would tug my nut sack, and I couldn't hold back as I emptied the contents onto Albert's tongue and perhaps the roof of his mouth.

"Oh fuckkkkkk, daddddddyyyyyy, I screamed to the top of my lungs, with the volume of the television show being overtaken.

Me blowing my spunk was super intense from the moment prior, to him not letting go, doing all he could to ensure he caught every single drop.

"Albert, please," I begged.

He let go, and licked my tip as my cock shriveled up, then licked the sides, my thighs, and my balls thinking I'd let go of any "leftovers." I had to wiggle away from him.

"You're sensitive," he asked.

He tickled my inner thighs with his beard, and caused me to jump out of bed, the both of us erupting in laughter.

"You're gonna wake up Terry, you bastard," he said.

"And that would be your fault," I told him as he got up to kiss me.

"We're gonna have some fun in between time," he said. "Just be patient. I want that cock in my ass, and Terry's gonna watch."

He slapped my ass and walked out of the room, and I'd crawl back in bed, happy and satisfied that I wouldn't be "left alone."